CHAPTER 37
MAPLE
Graydon’s eyes glaze over as I finish licking his stomach clean, not missing one drop.
I could sense his tension all night from the moment we got back here and OC popped out of nowhere.
I know he had plans for us, and as time ticked by, he was getting more and more frustrated, but in the back of my mind, all I could think about was how it could be two in the morning and I would still want to have a piece of this man.
I didn’t care what time it was.
He was mine.
When I’m done, I lift back up and drag my fingers over his abs, loving how I was able to make him come early. Something is so hot about him losing all control and not being able to hold back because of what I’m doing.
It’s powerful.
Makes me feel desired.
Wanted.
Needed.
“Your turn,” he says, wetting his lips.
“Or we can just go to bed.”
His expression flattens.
“Not fucking happening.”
I chuckle as he flips me to my back, then tears off my thong in one quick stroke, snapping the fabric apart.
“Hey, I liked those.”
“I’ll buy a whole goddamn lingerie store for you, just so I can rip your underwear off like that every time.”
He spreads my legs and smiles down at me while he takes in my arousal.
“I’m wet,” I say as if he can’t see it.
“Yeah, and it’s fucking killing me knowing that I already blew my goddamn load.”
“I like it,” I say, fire blazing in my eyes at the thought.
“Well, it will be the only time it happens.” He then reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a simple vibrator.
My eyes widen. “I thought you didn’t bring women here.”
“I don’t.”
“Then why do you have that?”
“Why do you think?” he asks, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “Do you…do you use it on yourself?”
“Sometimes.” He moves back between my legs and turns it on, letting the vibration sound fill the air. “If you wake up OC with your screams, I’ll buy you all the goddamn lingerie you want.”
“I thought you were going to do that anyway. Maybe you could never rip them.”
“No goddamn chance.” He drags the vibrator over my chest and across my pebbled nipples. “This bra is dangerous.”
“Mmm? How so?”
“It will get you in a lot of trouble.” He drags the vibrator down to my stomach as he leans forward and sucks my nipple into his mouth through the sheer fabric of my bra.
My hand shifts into his hair, my back arching from the ache I feel for him. “If this is the kind of trouble you’re referring to, then I want it.”
“Then be a good girl and spread your legs wider for me,” he whispers before bringing his mouth to mine and dipping his tongue past my lips and up against mine. I moan into him, letting him swirl his tongue as he drives into the inferno that is building inside me.
When he pulls away, I feel lost until he maneuvers his mouth down my body, past my chest, my stomach, and right above where I ache for him.
His expression turns wicked as he turns off the vibrator and slowly slides it inside me.
“Oh…that’s…” He switches on the vibrator, and my pelvis lifts off the bed. “Oh fuck, Graydon.”
His gorgeous smile stretches across his lips right before he lowers his head, parts me with two fingers, and flicks his tongue over my clit.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my hand falling to his hair immediately. “Fuck, Graydon.”
The sensation of the vibrator matched with the light flicking of his tongue has me spinning immediately. Within seconds, my pleasure starts to climb, my legs trembling as every nerve ending pulls tight, right to the center of my body.
“Graydon…fuck.” My back arches off the mattress, my chest heaving, the throbbing in my clit so intense that I know I’ll only be able to hold on for seconds.
And he must sense it because he pulls away and turns off the vibrator. He rests right between my legs, letting the shock of what he did settle deep in my bones, spurring me on and making me beg.
“Don’t.” I shake my head, my arm draped over my eyes. “Don’t torture me. I’m so close.”
“How close?”
“Embarrassingly close…Please,” I moan. “Please make me come, Graydon.” My pussy throbs, pounding for release.
Little contractions start to erupt all over me, not giving me what I need.
“Please,” I beg one more time in a last-ditch effort before I fall over the edge without the pressure I need from him.
And thankfully he listens, because he turns the vibrator back on just as he sucks my clit between his lips.
“Fuck!” I scream as my body unravels and my orgasm hits me square in the chest. My body writhes under him, my moans growing louder and louder as I float up into the abyss where nothing exists but this unbelievable pleasure.
I don’t even realize what’s happening until Graydon is positioned above me, the vibrator now at my slit while his cock sinks into me.
“Oh God,” I moan from how full I feel. “Oh fuck, Graydon.”
“Jesus…Christ,” he groans as he starts thrusting into me, hard, hitting me in the G-spot, where only he has ever touched.
I continue to spasm around him while he drives me toward another release, building me up when I didn’t think it was possible.
“Fuck, this cunt,” he whispers as his hand loops behind my back, and he picks me up off the bed. He swings me around to the wall in the bedroom and starts moving me up and down on his cock so fast that I can’t do anything other than hold on to his shoulders and revel in the way he makes me feel.
“You’re so big. God, fill me.”
He growls and then lowers my feet to the ground, turns me around, and bends me forward before entering me again. I spread my legs, and he reaches to grab the vibrator, pressing it to my clit again.
It’s all I need.
“Fuck me,” I cry as I find my release for the second time tonight, squeezing around him to the point that he smacks my ass and then groans so loud that I can feel the rumble of his chest from where I’m bent over.
“Fuck!” he yells as I can feel him spill into me…every…last…drop.
Once he stills and takes a second to breathe, I can feel him stiffen behind me as he slowly pulls out.
“Oh shit, Maple.” I turn to find panic in his eyes. “I didn’t use a condom.” His hand goes to his hair. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Remember, I’m on birth control.”
He swallows and then nods. “I’m clean, I promise. I just got checked a little bit ago.”
“I trust you,” I say, my hand on his racing heart. “It’s okay.”
His hand smooths over my back and right to my ass as he presses his forehead to mine and pins me against the wall. “I’m sorry, beautiful. I just, fuck, I lost my mind when you started coming apart on my tongue.”
I smile up at him and cup his cheek, letting my thumb scrape along his scruff. “Don’t apologize. I really liked it.”
“I know, but I should have been more careful.”
“It’s okay, Graydon. Seriously.” I stand on my toes and press my chest against his as I grip the back of his neck and kiss him wildly, letting him know just how much I don’t care.
He groans into my mouth and lifts me into his arms, where he presses me against the wall again, pinning me in place.
“I’ve never felt this fucking out of control with someone before.
” His nose rubs against mine. “It’s like I’m desperate for my fill of you, and I can’t get enough.
Even when I’m inside you and your sexy fucking cunt is squeezing me, it’s not enough. It will never be enough.”
I kiss him softly. “I feel the same.”
“So I’m not crazy? I’m not the only one who feels like this?”
I shake my head. “No. Even right now, two orgasms in, I’m not satisfied, Graydon. I want more.”
He sighs heavily, and I can feel him harden against me…again.
“Fuck, so do I.”
“Then take me, Graydon. Make me come all night.”
His eyes search mine for a second, then his mouth is on mine again, his kisses bruising me with desperation.
Just the way I like it.
Just the way I want it.
Graydon’s alarm goes off, and he groans in disapproval as he rolls over to turn it off.
“Fuck,” he whispers and turns back toward me, pulling me into his large, warm chest. “I don’t want to leave this bed.”
“Me either,” I say as I hold on to him.
I think we probably got two hours of sleep.
And maybe that’s being generous.
There were small breaks between, but like he said, it just felt like we couldn’t get enough. And even now, being sore from everything we did last night, I could still have this man.
I still want him.
His hand slides up to my breast, and his fingers play with my nipple.
“Mmm, don’t start something you can’t finish,” I say just as there’s a loud crash downstairs.
Graydon sits straight up and pulls the covers over me.
“Stay here,” he demands as his protective nature kicks in.
“It’s probably OC,” I say, causing him to relax ever so slightly.
“Fuck, I forgot he was here.” He hops out of bed, and I watch his beautifully tight rear end head into the bathroom, where he shuts the door. After a few seconds, he comes out wearing boxer briefs and a pair of athletic shorts while he brushes his teeth.
There goes morning sex. Then again, I doubt Graydon would want to make me scream when OC is actually awake. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who wants to share the sound of me coming, despite him teasing me about it last night.
I step out of bed and immediately feel his eyes on me as I strut naked through the bedroom and right past him to his closet, where I grab one of his hanging shirts.
I slip it on and then fill my toothbrush with toothpaste before turning toward him and leaning against the counter. My eyes are on him the entire time.
He takes in my plain gray shirt, or his plain gray shirt, his eyes blazing with what he wants to do with me.
He walks toward me, still brushing his teeth, and lifts the hem of the shirt until his hand is resting on my bare hip.
He leans over me, spits in the sink behind me, then rinses his toothbrush before wiping his face.
I do the same and turn back toward him.
He stares down at me, indecision written all over his face, temptation knocking at the door.